For the second year in a row, I was gulled into watching the American Music Awards. Unlike last year, though, this year's edition was merely tedious, rather than out-and-out horrific.

Hosting this year was the Osborne family, proving that there is no such thing as media saturation anymore. Their hosting was about as you'd expect, not particularly sharp and full of expletives. Which injected some level of whimsy at the start, but then became as tedious as the rest of the program.

Considering that the winners are voted on by "listeners" after culling sales data, it wasn't a particularly difficult exercise to guess who would win in each event. It was much harder to guess if the winner was actually going to be present. Eminem, Creed, and the Dixie Chicks won something like 8 awards between them- and none were around to collect their booty. So it was like the People's Choice Awards in more ways than one.

Just as Britney Spears brought things to a screeching halt last year by trying to sing live, this year's telecast piled into the bridge abutment known as Kelly Osbourne. I was surprised that you couldn't hear the channels changing when she performed her song "Shut Up," and to be honest that sound would have been preferable. The one saving grace of the performance is that it sounded like Kelly's microphone was at half-volume, and that its output was being played through a vacuum cleaner.

Oh, and with the various crowd shots, I would like to note that, without having watched a single second of The Bachelorette, am officially sick of its "star," Trista Rehn. She strikes me as a somewhat luckier Darva Conger, able to turn her televised misfortune (being runner-up on the first installment of The Bachelor) into something other than a Playboy spread (though I suppose that could still happen). It seems like I can't pass a magazine rack or flip through channels without seeing her.

What I find interesting is comparing her picture from her original TV appearance with any photo related to her current show. I just hope she remembers that hair dye, makeup, and any related nipping and tucking could be tax deductable as a business expense.

Sticking with people I'm sick of, I've seen LeBron James play about 12 seconds of basketball (ESPN highlight) and am fully sick of him. I'm pretty well sickened with the creep of shamateurism in his case, from putting his games on pay per view to his mom "buying" him a Hummer. If there's any justice, he'll wind up with Cleveland or Milwaukee and never be heard from again.